Isabel squeezed his hand before leading him out of the club. The conversation wasn't going to go the way she was sure he expected it to go. She just kept walking. There was a hotel not far from the club and she walked in, still holding his hand. She talked quietly to the man at the front desk and he handed her a key.
She quietly led Ernest down the hall to the room and finally let go of his hand to unlock the door, motioning for him to go in.